by Long, A. L.
“Gwen, I’m leaving for the day. I can be reached on my cell if you need me,” Rade said.
“Very well, sir,” Gwen replied, keeping her eyes on her computer.
Richard pulled up to the BlackStone office building shortly before five o’clock. Rade insisted on allowing Richard to drive them to work when they left this morning. He wanted to spend as much time with Dylan as possible. He missed not being able to sit next to her during the short drive.
When they arrived at BlackStone, Rade suggested that Richard wait in the Bentley while he went up and got Dylan. There were some things he needed to talk to Keeve and Mason about regarding his father and his secret partnership with their company. He wanted to know why this was never brought to his attention when the contract was negotiated on the Spectrum deal. Rade needed to know what, if any, his father’s actual rights were. He needed to see a copy of the contract that spelled out the agreement with his father. Rade was hoping that his attorney would be able to find some sort of loophole that may have been overlooked.
Stepping off the elevator, Rade was greeted only by Jessica. He wasn’t sure where her shadow was, nor did he care. His only concern was finding Dylan and talking with Black and Stone. Entering her office, he found she wasn’t there. He waited for a while for her to came back. Fifteen minutes passed, but she still hadn’t returned. It was then that Rade decide to look for her. To his surprise, she was sitting alone in the conference room. Rade tapped lightly on the door, careful not to startle her. When she looked up at him, he saw a sadness in her eyes.
Leaning down, he gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Dylan, you look like you lost your best friend,” Rade said, concerned.
“I’m guessing you’ve heard. I should have never trusted your father, Rade. How could he do this to you?” Dylan replied.
“Because he is a selfish bastard,” Rade admitted. “Everything he does is for his own personal gain. Nothing more. It doesn’t matter to him how many people it affects.”
“What are you going to do?” Dylan asked.
“I need to talk to Keeve and Mason. Hopefully there is a clause in the agreement outlining what he can and can’t do as a secret partner.” This was Rade’s only hope other than buying out his father’s shares.
Rade spent a few minutes with Keeve and Mason to figure out how they knew Garrett Matheson and how he was able to become a secret partner. Come to find out, his father had been in some pretty shady deals with other investors, which he claimed he never knew about until he was already neck deep. By the time he realized it, it was too late to bail, especially with the amount of money he had tied up. His bad investment decisions caused his reputation to be tarnished. So when he entered into an agreement with BlackStone Industries, he didn’t want their business affected by his stupid mistakes, hence the secret partnership. BlackStone needed the funds and Garrett Matheson needed a legitimate company to invest in. It was a win-win situation for everyone. Keeve produced a copy of the partnership agreement and gave it to Rade. Rade informed them that he wanted his attorney to look it over. Hopefully he would be able to find something that his friends had missed.
Rade sat silent, going over the partner agreement while Richard drove him and Dylan back to the penthouse. He wanted to take a look at the document so that when he called his attorney, he would have some knowledge of what to expect. When he got to the bottom of the agreement, he noticed an additional provision. As he read through it, he knew he might have found the kink he was looking for. The provision stated that in order for the contract to be valid, the secret partner had to attend quarterly board meetings, re-invest five percent of the annual gross profits back into the company, and attend any and all acquisition meetings either in person or by phone.
Rade was pretty confident that his father did none of those things and it wouldn’t be too hard to prove. Certainly there were board minutes taken during the meetings and financial statements to show whether or not his father made any additional contributions back into the company. Attending acquisitions wasn’t a problem to prove since Rade knew for a fact his father was not present during any of the meetings with Spectrum in person or by phone. To be sure, Rade still wanted his attorney to confirm his discovery.
Dylan scooted closer to Rade trying to get a closer look at the agreement. Rade had gone through each page so quickly; she thought for sure he was some sort of speed reader. It was only after he stopped on the last page that she was able to read its contents. As she read the provisions, a smile came over her.
“Rade, if this agreement has any weight in the partnership, then your dad doesn’t have any say or right to anything,” Dylan said excitedly, knowing there was a chance she was right.
“I hope you’re right, Sweetness. I want my attorney to look at it though, just to be sure,” Rade declared.
It had been a long day for Rade and Dylan. All Dylan wanted to do was soak in a bubble bath for at least an hour. She still couldn’t believe that Garrett Matheson would do something so underhanded. He seemed so sincere when she first met with him. Just the thought of him playing on her sympathy made her angry.
While Dylan was soaking mindlessly in her bath, Rade was on his cell with his attorney. Miles Carter had been a friend of Rade’s from his college days at Stanford, where Rade had studied business and Miles studied law. It was Miles that Rade turned to when he first started RIM Global. Rade trusted him more than anyone. Miles requested that Rade scan the documents over to him, so he could take a look at them. Once he confirmed that he received the document, Rade headed to the bedroom to check in on Dylan. He had his own idea on how to decompress.
The bedroom door was closed, so Rade lightly tapped on it. When there was no answer, he turned the knob and opened the door. Dylan wasn’t in the bedroom, but he knew she wouldn’t be far. When he opened the door to the bathroom, he knew he had died and gone to heaven. If heaven was like this, then he would die a million times over. Dylan was lying in the tub with the bubbles only covering half her body, exposing her soft creamy breasts. She was beyond beautiful. Everything about her was perfect. Rade was surprised to see that she had dozed off. The last time that happened, she almost ended up drowning herself. Quietly, Rade walked over to the giant tub and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb. Her eyes fluttered open as she hummed.
“Hey,” she said softly.
“Can I join you?” Rade asked, already removing his clothing before she could refuse him.
Without saying a word, Dylan moved forward so that Rade could slide in behind her. Rade stripped off the last of his clothing and carefully slipped in. This had to be his most favorite time with her. He pulled her close to him, both of them relaxing, think of nothing but how good it felt to be together. Dylan turned her body so that they were facing each other. Dylan looked up at Rade with softness in her eyes. She wondered if it would always be like this with him or if his time with her would be taken away by his unborn child. She didn’t know if she would ever be ready for the what the future would bring for them. The only thing she did know was that she wanted to spend it with him. Rade knew the minute she looked at him that she loved him as much as he loved her. Lowering his head, he gently kissed her soft lips. When their lips met, heat surged between them. Nothing would ever tear them apart. Rade slowly lifted Dylan so that she was straddling him.
He loved the way she smelled, the way her body felt on his. How they fit so perfectly together. They were virtually inseparable. There was something different though. The way Dylan clung to him was pulling him under. He could feel the desperation radiating from her body. Regretfully, Rade pulled from her. When their eyes met, he could see the moisture building in them. He wasn’t sure what caused her uneasiness. Brushing his thumb against her cheek, he said, ”What is it, Sweetness?”
Dylan tried turning her head so she wasn’t looking at him. She couldn’t bear for him to see her so tormented. That worked for only a moment before Rade placed his hand on her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “Everything is
so messed up, Rade. It seems every time things are going good, something bad happens,” Dylan choked, trying to keep her tears hidden.
“Everything will work out, Sweetness. I promise.” Rade wasn’t sure how convincing he sounded, but he knew he hated seeing Dylan this way.
The water was getting cold and Rade was ready to take her to his bed. Getting out first, Rade wrapped a towel around his waist while grabbing another for Dylan. Dylan stood knee deep in the tub, loving the way Rade wrapped the warm towel around her chilled body. Before she could protest, Rade tucked his arm under her knees and lifted her from the cool water. Dylan’s only response was to tuck her head under his chin. Even though her arms were nestled within the confines of the soft towel, she loved how he held her in his arms. She not only felt loved, but she felt protected.
Exiting the bathroom, Rade laid Dylan gently on the bed. Her towel came open, giving him a perfect view of her glorious body. Dylan was no longer the shy woman he met months ago. He knew every curve and line of her body down to the small scar on her right knee. He wanted her so badly that he could feel the blood in his cock began to pulse. As much as wanted her, he needed to wait. He had something else in mind for her. He wanted to pleasure her like she had never been pleasured before. Going to his walk-in closet, he grabbed a few things and went back to the bed. Dylan knew he was up to something. It didn’t matter what it was, she would always trust him.
Holding a black scarf in front of her, he softly asked. “Do you trust me, Sweetness?”
He needed to hear the words from her, so when she nodded he asked again. “Sweetness, I need to hear you say that you trust me.”
“I trust you, Rade.” Her eyes showing him she trusted him completely.
Sitting beside her on the bed, he placed the black scarf over her eyes and secured it behind her head. “How does that feel? Is it too tight?” Rade asked.
“No, it’s fine,” Dylan answered.
“Good. I need you to lie down on your back, hands in front of you,” Rade demanded.
She did as he ordered. Scooting her body back further onto the bed, Dylan felt for the pillows, knowing this would be the head of the bed. Once she was comfortable with her body stretched out and her head on the pillow, she held her hands in front of her.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Rade confessed as he took in the sight of her submission to him.
Rade reached behind him and took a long silk red rope in his hand. He had learned the technique of “Kinbaku” when he was younger. If done correctly, it could heighten a woman’s arousal. Taking the soft piece of rope, Rade began intricately weaving the rope between Dylan’s hands. When he was finished with her hands, he began wrapping the rope around Dylan’s upper body. Lifting her this way and that, he made sure the rope was placed where it needed to be in order to put a hint of pressure on her breasts. Knotting and tying the rope, he tugged slightly to make sure he had the right amount of tension. He needed to make sure her bindings weren’t too tight. If they were too tight, it would defeat the purpose of the intricate binding. When he was finished with her breasts, he moved on to her legs. Once again, he masterfully tied the rope, making sure to set the knots in just the right areas. Looping the rope just above her pubic area, he took the end and brought it between her legs, making sure he placed a knot over her clit. With just enough pull, she would feel the firmness of the knot as it rubbed against her swollen nub. Finishing, he spiraled the last length of rope around each thigh, taking the ends around her ankles and securing them to the hooks he had built into the frame at the foot end of the bed. Rade had never used this technique on Dylan, but knew she would enjoy the pleasure he was about to give her. Staring down at her body, she was beautiful with the rope wrapped around her. The red of the rope contrasting with the creamy color of her body was breathtaking.
Rade leaned over her and whispered as he took hold of her earlobe between his teeth. “I am going to pleasure you until you scream my name, Sweetness.”
Those words alone made Dylan’s body quiver. The placement of the rope on her breasts and on her clit had her so aroused that the tiniest movement would set her off.
Rade took his time with her. He wanted to take her in. He had to admit his handiwork was magnificent. The way her breasts were on display for him made him hard at just the sight. Her nipples were so red from the constriction of the rope, he knew one flick of his tongue across the sensitive peak would send her spinning. The knot he placed on her clit was saturated with her sweet juices and it had him wanting to taste her. As much as she was aroused, his arousal was doubled. The pressure building in his cock was to the point of ripping him wide open. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait. This was about pleasuring her first.
Adjusting his form, he positioned his body between her legs. Beginning at the top of her head, he softly and slowly placed wet kisses on her, breathing in her essence along the way. When he got to her neck, he could feel her push into him as her back arched. Her breasts were pushed so far upward that he could feel her taut peaks rub against his chest. Taking her hands, he loosened the slip knot he had done and pulled her arms above her head, putting more tension on the knot at her clit. He liked that he had the option of placing her hands where he wanted them to be.
With her back still arched, Rade placed a kiss on her sensitive nipple, gently sucking and licking the taut bud. When he had given it enough attention, he moved to her other one. Dylan was so aroused that all she wanted to do was come. The knot over her clit stimulated her just enough to drive her crazy. What she really wanted was to have Rade deep inside her.
“Rade, please, I need you,” Dylan breathed.
“Tell me what you need, Sweetness,” Rade said softly, continuing his assault on her over-sensitive nipple.
“I need to have you inside me,” Dylan panted.
At that moment, Rade bit her nipple lightly, sending a surge of pleasure to her core, causing her to explode. He wasn’t ready to quit. He needed more from her. With a feverish desire, Rade captured Dylan’s lips in a heated kiss. Her body began to buckle underneath him as another wave of pleasure hit her. He would never get over how sensitive her body was to his touch. Nipping at her bottom lip, Rade continued to kiss her softly, colliding his tongue with hers, until he could feel her body relax. While her body calmed, Rade continued his exploration of her luscious mouth. Swiping his tongue with hers, he wanted to preserve this moment. Her soft moans excited him in such a way, he knew she was his. Needing to taste more of her, he broke their kiss and slowly moved down her body. The ropes were taut against her skin and he could see the indentations beginning to form. Reaching her mound, he gently moved the rope that was snug between her legs to the side and began devouring her sweet nectar. Her clit was swollen beyond belief. He had never seen anything more beautiful. He didn’t want her to come again so soon, so he only gave her clit a quick lap of his tongue before moving to her slick folds. His tongue plunged inside her tight channel as he continued to suck and lick her. One hand fell to her ass while the other explored her wet folds. Following the movement of his tongue, he glided his middle finger inside her slick channel while his thumb slowly circled her anus. He knew she would soon be delivering another orgasm when her hips began moving frantically. Before Dylan knew it, Rade had her ankles untied from the foot of the bed and her body turned so that she was now lying on her stomach. Rade lifted her hips, causing the rope between Dylan’s legs to tighten. The knot was pressed firmly against her clit, causing a sensation she had never felt before.
Before she could respond to the stimulation, Rade had two fingers inside her tight channel. Curling them upward, he found her special spot. Dylan began rocking her hips back and forth, needing more of him. Rade was pleasuring every sensitized area of her body. The only place left was her tight passage, which he wanted to penetrate with his hard cock. It had been a while since he had taken her there. Taking hold of his cock, he moved his fingers from her channel and slowly dipped his shaft inside her, just enough t
o arouse her, but not enough to make her come. With her juices now coating his engorged cock, he slipped from her and rubbed his cock against her tight opening. There was a slight movement of Dylan’s hips before she settled. “Relax, Sweetness. I need to go slow so I don’t hurt you.”
Dylan took a deep breath and tried to relax her muscles. Her body was so overwhelmed with pleasure, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Rade had given her so much; her body was on blissful overload. More than anything she wanted to give him a piece of the pleasure he had given her. Rade slowly inched his way inside her tight passage, pulling out only a fraction each time. She was so tight for him that he had to bite his lip in order not to come. Dylan started to push back against him. The feeling of fullness increasing the more of him she took. With his free hand, Rade slipped his finger inside her wet heat, moving it in and out, mimicking the motion of his cock as he pulled and pushed further inside her anus. Rade lost control when Dylan exploded once again, screaming his name. He continued to move slowly deeper inside her tight passage, not wanting to hurt her. Her scream of satisfaction filled the room again as she once again was consumed by her desire. Rade watched as his balls hit her sweet cunt, sending him closer and closer to the edge. It only took a few more thrusts before he too exploded with violent fury.
With their bodies fully spent, Rade gently flipped Dylan’s body over and began untying the ropes expertly wound around her body. As he removed the rope, he was greeted with the indentation that the bindings left. It was breathtaking. Dylan was only the second person he used this technique of bondage on. His first was Chloe, but he would never let Dylan know that. He didn’t want her to know that Chloe had this part of him first, even though it meant nothing to him. Nothing could compare to how he felt when tying Dylan, and the mark it left on her body was nothing but electrifying. His mark. The more Rade undid the ropes, the more of her beauty was on display. She laid before him in silence as he looked upon her. It was only after he removed the rope from her nipples that Dylan whimpered. He knew the cut off blood flow to her taut buds was beginning to rush back. Bending over, he gently placed a kiss on each nipple, hoping to relieve some of the pressure that built inside them. His tender touch caused another shudder as Dylan’s body was once again consumed with utter pleasure.